( open ) out of isolation

[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & YOU, thomas nightingale (ettersberg) & YOU
What: a month in the life of a former assassin, a month in the life of the former last sanctioned wizard of the uk
When: may
Where: flona cove and khalo
Warning(s): alcohol and fyrra use, nudity, sex and probably swearing

Comments

[willrevile]

Hey, it's mutual, I'm not touching anybody with a rash, and I mean that in both senses. Like, no matter who's the berashed party.

[ Jim's boned enough freaky aliens and idiot humans to Really Know Better, especially with his weird allergies to binders found in some medications. ]

One time I ended up covered in slime from a delegate from Tyxian IV who 'honorably' sneezed on me, and it was corrosive, but just really slow? So I didn't even notice the burning until I got back on the ship after having stood there covered in nose goop for nearly an hour for a diplomatic ceremony.

[ Shudder. ]

[motivation]

How honorable was the sneeze really?

[ that does not sound very honorable to dutch, jim. more gross. ]

[1701]

Extremely. I got a commendation on my record for it. [ He sounds series. It is. ] Their planet became a member of the Federation and has been an outstanding example. And since, they've stopped the sneeze thing with other cultures, though they still like very mucus-y handshakes as a cheery compromise.

[ This job. ]

[motivation]

Sounds special.

[ the hells, jim. ]

[1701]

It is. [ He nudges her. ] Like every planet. Including this one, despite how fucked we all are.

[ Jim still sounds light and lazy, despite the wording. ]

Where else are we getting this kind of company? [ Patpat. The creature snuffles, content. ]

[motivation]

[ dutch would pass on the company if it meant getting her people out of stasis, but she swallows that remark down, unwilling - for once, for now - to break what's left of the good mood. ]

You're not gonna name him, are you?

[ who says it's even a him, dutch? ]

[1701]

It's probably already got a name in its own language. Whatever it might be. [ Even gophers have languages, surely this thing does.

Jim gives up on dressing and flops back into the grass, looking up at the sky. It's nice out still, and he still feels weirdly comfortable, even if the sensation has dimmed. ]

What a place.